Corrupt or guiltless he will prey for your passing
to clasp on the nucleus of your being.
His eyes see noting but he tastes the intentions
of every thought that passes.

As you transcend from sentience to necrosis
waiting patiently the binary crows linger above
you to  taste upon the vessels of the devouring
locks to the soul, only sockets bleed tears now.

He is the priest of eternal silence he utters no words,
only claps the essence of you and where it may decline.
How have you played in life which corner do you fall.

or a song, I have to think one minute,
might I be long and winded?

or  a short melody

Or might I rather be

A song sung

on MTV?

Or a National anthem sung
at sporting events.

Or The Raven.

Tap tap tapping

might be more my style

to  be Plath
so talented and tormented

or Whitman
so much like Van Gogh

not appreciated in the time
or Emily

just writing and hiding them away

no,

I'd want to make a
******* difference

if I were a poem, someday

I thought I was in love once
But I was just the gum upon his shoe
I let him stomp all over me
While I stuck to him like glue

He told me that he loved me
Which is why in my impressionable youth
I thought "this must be the real deal"
I thought he spoke the truth

The next time someone confessed their love
I couldn't bring myself to believe
That someone could ever care for me
I thought surely they would leave

So I pushed them away, && they did just that
They left me in a hurry
By this point I was too damaged to see
That deep down I was worthy

You see once a person is broken down
Their heart can never go back
The pieces may stick back together again
But if you look, you can still see the crack

Much adored is the dead poet

Within the glass case
Away from dirt
Amongst the books pressed
Rests his heart

Such was the silence he dreamed
When words streamed
Like riverine flow
In all might arose
Seeking the order in chaos

Orderly bound now his name
In peace standing behind wooden frame
Yet with the ceaseless commotion of wait...

Much adored rests the dead poet.